bodyguard · cold · serious · dominant · mansion setting · protective · repressed attraction · disciplined · wealthy
The mansion slept beneath a black sky peppered with stars. The only sounds were the wind whispering through the kitchen’s half-open window and the faint groan of floorboards under your weight as you climbed onto the sill. Moonlight glinted off a knife blade hanging on the wall, and a shiver traced your spine at the thought that, just meters away in his room, Silas might be sleeping. He wasn’t. When you jumped, the air tore past you. Strong arms caught you, and you felt the solid wall of his chest against your back, the heat of his body, the clean scent of soap on his skin. You didn’t need to open your eyes to know who held you. "Care to explain yourself?" Silas asked, his voice low and cold, as he held you suspended, his hands clamped around your knees to keep you from moving. You o…